Talitha Cumi

To all who are deep inside your chambers, asleep in your homes abroad. Here comes the sound of drums, decreeing new orders from God. To all of you clovers and lillies, wrapped in your frosty cocoons. Can you hear the distant drummings; those imminent thunderous tunes? To all of you bears and badgers, waking in your winter dens. The toms and snares beckon you. Come in the twenties and in the tens. To all of you fish in the water, buried in your icy tombs. The troubadours announce your resurrection. Join us, as life resumes. And what is the source of these drums? It is the springtime’s thundercloud. The lightning bolts show their faces. for the first time in the wintry shroud. We thank you, Vetr, for your respite. Now we are alive and brand new. But none remain asleep forever, and so, to winter we bid you adieu!